Welcome To The Spun Threads
Welcome to another poetry blog. I spin these poems because I feel the need to write about what I feel. If someone else enjoys them, that is a bonus.
I hope you enjoy what you read here. Let me know what strikes you.
These are the threads of my life
I hope you enjoy what you read here. Let me know what strikes you.
These are the threads of my life
Wednesday, September 6, 2017
Haiku 2017-8-23
Paper burns floating
A prayer lifts from my heart
Ashes drift away
written by Jeff Couch, August 23, 2017
Eulogy For A Man I Know
He was a smart man but seldom wise
Often blinded by the light of his tries
Oft pondered truths sat stuck in his whys
A smart man but seldom wise
He was a deep man but seldom sane
A taste for flavors he could not tame
The quiet stillness was rustle-stained
A deep man but seldom sane
And when the winds blew fro and to
His grip was lost a time or two
Yet always he settled to start again
Despite fear or faint or heartcries of when
Honor him not, yet shame him less
Not good enough, rarely second best
He played for fun and laughed with zest
He was but a man, no more, no less.
written by Jeff Couch August 1, 2017
Often blinded by the light of his tries
Oft pondered truths sat stuck in his whys
A smart man but seldom wise
He was a deep man but seldom sane
A taste for flavors he could not tame
The quiet stillness was rustle-stained
A deep man but seldom sane
And when the winds blew fro and to
His grip was lost a time or two
Yet always he settled to start again
Despite fear or faint or heartcries of when
Honor him not, yet shame him less
Not good enough, rarely second best
He played for fun and laughed with zest
He was but a man, no more, no less.
written by Jeff Couch August 1, 2017
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